Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 2243
As the most trusted eunuch beside His Majesty Li Er, Wang De can be described as loyal and sincere.

Happy with the king's joy and worried about the king's worries, this is the emperor's retainer, not the "power eunuch" who will exercise power in later generations. He will devote his life to serving the king.

Once upon a time, all of His Majesty's sons were outstanding, and Wang De was as happy and happy as His Majesty. However, as the princes grew up, the battle for the throne became more and more prominent. It became tense between them.

The throne of the ruler of the world, the power of the supreme being in the world, could have caused father and son to turn against each other, and brothers to fight against each other...

The change of the throne has always been accompanied by bloody winds. Back then, His Majesty usurped it, killed brothers and brothers, and forced his father to abdicate. Now, is it possible that the reincarnation of heaven will repeat itself among His Majesty's sons?
Seeing His Majesty worrying about this day after day, Wang De was also anxious.

Especially when His Majesty moved the heart of Yi Chu, Wang De became more and more anxious... The inheritance of the throne must abide by the rules, and there is the "eldest son inheritance system" over there. Insufficient talent and bad conduct will be easily deposed. In the future, if you follow the example, there will never be peace among the flesh and blood of the Tian family!
However, he is just a house slave, and a house slave must have the consciousness of a house slave, and must not speak absurdly of the king's decision, let alone Zong Zhen inheriting such a major event?

Fortunately, with the help of Fang Jun and others, the crown prince's position gradually stabilized, and His Majesty also realized that Yi Chu's future troubles could be irreparable, and gradually extinguished Yi Chu's heart.

And the king of Wei, who was originally determined to seize the reserve position, had to bow his head and accept his fate.

Seeing the calamity caused by the competition for the reserve position gradually disappeared, Wang De was really happy for His Majesty in his heart.

Today, the crown prince's position in the East Palace is becoming more and more stable, and no one can covet it anymore. His Royal Highness Wei Wang is obsessed with poetry and books, and His Royal Highness Wu went to Silla to open up territories. It's a pity that King Jin was deceived by treacherous officials at a young age , born in vain to fight for the reserve, but ended up in a confinement, facing the high walls of the cold palace all day, I don't know how sad and desolate my heart is...

Thinking about it, Wang De burst into tears.

Li Taizheng was talking excitedly, talking about the grand ambitions in his heart, suddenly felt that no one was praising him, it was a bit unsatisfactory, and when he turned around, he saw Wang De was following behind him, walking slowly without saying a word, and then wiped his eyes and tears ...

"Hey! You old slave, why don't you see this king's kindness like this, and this king's ambition is rewarded, making you so angry that you shed tears?"

Li Tai suddenly lost his temper.

Wang De hurriedly knelt down, and argued: "How dare this old slave have such vicious thoughts? To say something presumptuous, this old slave also grew up watching His Royal Highness, when he was serving Empress Wende, and seeing your Highness innocent, Now that everyone is outstanding, I am naturally happy in my heart, but...just..."

Hearing what he said about his mother, Li Tai felt a sudden emotion in his heart, sighed, and said with feigned anger: "Hesitating, what is it?"

Wang De paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "It's just a pity for His Royal Highness King Jin..."

Li Tai stood on the corridor paved with cobblestones. The pines, cypresses, and poplars on both sides were blown by the evening wind and made waves like the sound of waves. He looked up at the sky, and the bright moon had leaped onto the treetops at some point, and the light brilliance was quietly swaying. , the valley is quiet, lying on the hill like a tiger.

After being dazed for a while, Li Tai let out a sigh of relief, nodded slowly, and said: "You old slave has a heart, and I will beg my father later, the young slave is still young, this punishment is really heavy..."

Having said that, stop talking.

The son doesn't say anything about his father's faults, even if he feels that his father made a big fuss and punished him too much, he can't criticize his father, he can only start with the affection between father and son, and beg his father to take back his life.

Wang De wept and said, "Your Highness is benevolent!"

"You old rascal, squeezed out a few drops of cat urine, and came here to deceive the king and risk being scolded by the emperor, really treacherous!"

Stepping forward, he lightly kicked Wang De, shook his robe, turned around and walked towards the brightly lit main hall.

Behind him, Wang De wiped away his tears, grinned and smiled happily.

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In the main hall, the original simple and simple objects of Taoism have long been removed, only a bronze incense burner in the shape of a crane is left in the corner, and all kinds of luxurious furniture brought from the palace are fully arranged, red candles are burning around, and a huge On the round table, all kinds of vegetarian food and wine are layered on top of each other, which is extremely rich.

Fang Jun and Wang Jingzhi walked into the hall side by side, chatting and laughing, which surprised everyone who had already been seated in the hall.

What happened in Huating Town spread to Chang'an early in the morning, and there was a great shock in the court. Everyone had already heard the news. As for the warehouse, Huating Town is Fang Jun's fiefdom, and the navy is under its control, so it is natural to be blamed.

This is tantamount to digging a big hole and pushing Fang Jun down. According to Fang Jun's temper, how can he let it go?

Sure enough, without even waiting for Fang Jun's order, the navy had already acted brazenly, sealing up all the properties of the Taiyuan Wang family in the south of the Yangtze River in one fell swoop. It is right not to communicate with each other.

But looking at such a happy and intimate appearance now, where is there any suspicion?

Everyone knows that the two have reached some kind of agreement and made peace...

As the host, Princess Changle is still dressed in Taoist robes, elegant and refined. She stood up at this moment, her beautiful eyes glared at the two of them with anger and resentment, and pretended to be displeased, saying: "I am waiting for you two to take the seat, you two People are late, how do you say that?"

Wang Jingzhi hurriedly made amends: "It's all my fault, Your Highness, calm down."

Fang Jun, however, sat directly next to Cheng Chuliang carelessly, and said casually, "Your Highness is the host today. Naturally, it is up to you to say what I want, and I will do whatever you want. Drinking and eating food in the wind and fire, you have the final say!"

There is no size on the wine table, so that everyone can let go.

So, the atmosphere suddenly rose!

Princess Dongyang clapped her palms and smiled coquettishly: "You said it yourself. If he grows up, my sister will punish him for drinking ten cups!"

The side consort Gao Xing looked at his beloved wife with a smile, and secretly gave him a thumbs up...

These two couples have always been at odds with Fang Jun, how could they miss this opportunity to make Fang Jun sick?

Ten cups of wine weighs five or six catties, even fruit wine is unbearable, not to mention that the wine on the table for the men is the real distilled wine made by Fang Jun himself...

Princess Gaoyang was sitting next to Princess Changle, and when she heard that Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, she was about to explode, but Princess Qinghe held her hand under the table, smiled and shook her head slightly, and then said loudly: "There are many opportunities to drink wine." Yes, today is Sister Changle’s birthday, and it coincides with the meeting, so why punish Fang Erlang to compose a poem to celebrate Sister Changle’s birthday? If you make a good song, it will be a good story, and it will have a lingering fragrance after a hundred generations!”

The brothers of the Cheng family have always been friends with Fang Jun, and Fang Jun personally invited Sun Simiao to treat her a few days ago. Princess Qinghe is very grateful and naturally wants to protect Fang Jun.

In her opinion, drinking ten cups of wine would kill a person, but for Fang Jun, is it a big deal to compose poems and lyrics?

It's not difficult at all!

Princess Jinyang, who was sitting on the other side of Princess Changle, immediately cheered up and shouted excitedly, "Brother-in-law, let's write a poem!"

Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the style of writing has flourished, which has contributed to the development of poetry culture.No matter the court or the people, they all love and flock to poetry.Whenever there are gatherings, everyone gets together to lay out paper and write pens to show off their elegance. Even if they have limited skills and cannot write any poems, they still have to appreciate one of their works.

How can I drink without poetry?
Poetry and wine have long been popular.

If you can compose a masterpiece during the banquet, all the people present will be honored, this is the most elegant thing.

But half of Fang Jun's current great reputation is supported by countless classic poems. Princess Qinghe and Princess Jinyang proposed such a proposal, and everyone naturally made friends with each other. They all looked at Fang Jun, hoping that he would take it seriously. Create a masterpiece that will be sung for centuries and never fade away. Today's birthday will become a good story through the ages...

"This one……"

Fang Jun has not "composed poetry" for a long time, and finds it very boring.

When I first came to Datang, I felt very novel about everything. I wanted to try everything. I plagiarized some classic poems and songs in history for fun. There was no psychological pressure. It’s just that I have been playing this kind of thing for a long time. , inevitably bored.

Even if it is "composing" a song, after much deliberation, there is no suitable one.

very difficult...

(End of this chapter)